He reached out and slid his hand over her delicate jaw: "So instead of looking for her, I came to find you. Besides, she wouldn't make me feel this way. This fire of discomfort is your fault."
Yan Jian was so shocked she almost burst into tears.
The phone rang again. The ringtone, set separately, was from home.
Yan Jian panicked. It must be that she came home late tonight, and her family wanted to ask if she was alright.
She wanted to answer, but he held her back.
She was so anxious that she shouted at him: "If I don't answer, have you forgotten I'm from the Tang Family? My family will immediately locate my phone's position and come after me!"
"I'm not afraid," he squinted his eyes, staring at her: "Let them come. Anyway, the last time I went to your house, your third sister saw me kiss you; and your whole family already suspects our relationship. I don't mind them knowing what I have done to you..."
